Page 105 of Shots Fired

“Come in my pussy, Archer,” she orders. “I want to be your dirty, bad girl.”

I am deceased.

“Are you going to come with me?” I rush out the words. “Because I’m about ten seconds?—”

She pushes her head back into the tiles. “Oh-my-God, yes!” Her body shakes and quivers in my hands as I feel her release all over my cock.

“Fuck it.”

I pull out and drop to my knees, her body suspended in my arms.

Thank the sweet Lord for leg presses.

My mouth is clamped around her pussy as I savor her release. I lick from one hole to the next as she continues shaking, clawing, and pulling at strands of my wet hair.

“I’m sorry if I’m hurting you; it’s just s-so good.”

I pop off her with Darcy coating my lips as they tip into a wicked grin. She’s like damn royalty, staring down at me like I’m her servant.

At this point, I basically am.

“Hurt me, Doll. Make it really fucking sting. I’ve got five days without you, and I’ll take any reminder of the way it felt as I drank you down.”

When I take her back into my mouth, her nails dig into my shoulders. Her clit feels swollen against my tongue, and I tease it between my teeth.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cries out. “I’m coming. Again.”

Yes, she fucking is.

Her nails scrape down my skin. It’s fucking exhilarating to know I’ll wear the marks from my dream girl.

As Darcy’s second high subsides, I lick her clean, the shower still flowing behind us.

“That was amazing,” she croons when I lower her body and come to stand in front of her.

She reaches out to take my cock, but I interlace our fingers, resting my forehead against hers. I’ve only got the time to fuck her in my bed, and that’s exactly what I’ll do after we’ve showered.

“I don’t want to leave you for five days.”

She rests her spare palm against my chest. “It’ll fly by.”

I shake my head. “I can’t do five minutes without you, let alone five days. All the guys call and text their families, but I can’t with you, and it sucks fucking ass.”

Her blue eyes find mine. “Do you want to tell him now?”

Yes. No. Maybe.

“You want to wait, and that’s what we’re going to do.”

She nods once. “I do want to wait. I only told Mum and my girlfriends because I need them beside me. But if you?—”

“I can hold out,” I tell her, brushing my lips across her mouth. “Now or in a couple of weeks isn’t going to make any difference. Not when we have the rest of our lives.”

She looks heavy. Heavier than when we’ve previously talked about telling her brother. I know she’s worried about how the team will react, but something has shifted in her, and it’s freaking me the fuck out.

“What’s going on, Darcy?”

She swallows hard, and for a second, I think she’s going to say something.

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